Chapter 147 The Wind Is Full of Buildings

Green lanterns in the ancient temple, Buddha statues are compassionate.

Since the Dao clan took over Guanlong, they have carried out very strict actions to ban temples, and have tried some monks who do not abide by the precepts.

Two white-browed old men walked into the ancient temple.

They are the Buddhist saints Juexin and Juexing. They just covered their bald heads with wigs, and there is no need to disguise themselves. They have been in seclusion for more than 30 years, and not many people know what they really look like.

Walking in the ancient temple, the temple is deserted, and many open spaces are planted with vegetables.

"Famen Temple is a 300-year-old temple. When I came here, the sound of thousands of monks chanting scriptures is still in my ears. That scene... is really full of vitality, everything is competing, alas, it's pitiful and hateful." Juexin sighed.

"Good things come with time. Now that all the heroes have gathered, seven great masters will work together and will surely destroy the evildoer. Seven to two, no matter what, we have the advantage."

Two holy monks, a nun Shenxiu, the wanderer Wang Dao, the desert martial saint Murong Xuan, the Goryeo martial god Jin Lin, and Tang Ming, who has gathered the power of everyone.

The only great masters of the time who have not come are the Song family of Lingnan. All the others are here.

"There are also Buddhist disciples in Guanlong. When the time comes, they will also participate in the response. With the joint efforts of all walks of life, we will definitely be able to get rid of the demon and restore our Taoist tradition."

"Please make way."

At this time, the voice from behind scared the two.

I saw a bald old monk sweeping the floor with a broom, and the two stood in front of him, blocking his way.

The two looked closely and found that they were acquaintances.

"Brother Daoxin? Are you not dead yet?" Jue Xing said excitedly.

"Oh?" The old monk raised his cloudy eyes and saw the two people coming. He was not too surprised and said calmly, "Well, he is not dead yet. It is estimated that he is almost dead. What are you two doing here?"

The old monk put down the broom and went to the vegetable field next to him. He carefully pulled out all the weeds, cautiously and skillfully.

Daoxin was the true disciple of Famen Temple in the past. The two thought that Daoxin would die with the purge of the Taoist clan. Unexpectedly, he is still alive today. It is really a surprise.

"We..." Juexing said the purpose of his and others' visit, and said, "When the time comes, we will rise up together to resist and we will definitely be able to drive away the Taoist clan."

Daoxin has a great appeal among the Buddhist disciples in Guanlong. If he raises his arms and calls for it, the Buddhist disciples will definitely respond.

"No, I will not participate in Buddhist affairs anymore. In the future, Buddhists will concentrate on self-cultivation and self-reliance, and will no longer enjoy any preferential treatment, just like the Taoists."

"What? Are you afraid of being killed?" Juexing couldn't believe it.

"No, this is what I asked for. Go away. I won't report you. Don't disturb the tranquility of Buddhism anymore."

Daoxin put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name silently.

The two looked at each other, unable to believe that the policy of Taoism against Buddhism was proposed by Daoxin.

In the past, monks not only did not pay taxes, but also received subsidies every month. A large number of unemployed vagrants became monks. As the saying goes, the poems about the 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties were spread because of this.

Buddhism flourished mostly because of this. Now Daoxin asked people to cancel this preferential treatment. Wouldn't it cut off the roots of Buddhism? Could he be a traitor?

Thinking of this, Jue Xing couldn't help but ask: "It's understandable to cancel the treatment, but you don't care about the people of the world? Do you know what kind of life people in the world live? Are the Hu people in the border areas born to live in a bitter and cold place? The world is peaceful, and what about the love of the people?"

"Even Mr. Wang Dao of Taoism helps us, and as a famous Buddhist, do you have to be a deserter?"

Buddhism also has its own philosophy, and equality of all beings is their goal.

"Is it really like this?" Dao Xin's eyes flashed with an inexplicable smile, "I don't want to say harsh words, you leave."

A Han dynasty with pure blood is difficult to accept an alien idea, unless there is social chaos and people are living in poverty. Only then will Buddhism have the opportunity to make great plans.

The revival of Taoism is also suppressing the rise of Buddhism.

Dao Xin has learned a lot of knowledge in these years, and he also knows that Buddhism has not done well before. He is powerless to change these, but what he can do is to stay away and leave a piece of pure land for Buddhism.

The two people's persuasion is useless, so they have to leave sadly.

Before leaving, Daoxin's voice came from behind.

"Everyone in the world has their own blessings. Don't think about serving the people of the world all day long. Can you represent the people of the world?"

On the other side, Fairy Shenxiu heard this and a layer of frost covered her pretty face.

"Let's go, two elders. This person's evil thoughts are deeply rooted and hopeless. Considering that we are from the same sect, let him go for now, as long as he doesn't tell on others." Shenxiu said.

"Okay."

The two monks were a little lonely.

Most of the people are stupid. If they don't need to be led by others, they will be easily bewitched and do things that will make their relatives sad and their enemies happy.

"Let's go, prepare to gather. The day when the treasure appears is the day when the righteous will work together to fight against the evil."

At the same time, more and more Hu people gathered on the border.

In the desert military tent, Shibi Khan looked at us with a scorching look and sneered, "The Han people think we are easy to use. Well, this time we will catch you off guard. We will take Guanlong!"

I have been sleeping on straw and tasting gall for many years, just for today.

How could a normal and ambitious hero watch the Central Plains fall into the hands of the Han people?

"The fertile land of the Central Plains should be inhabited by our descendants of Changshengtian."

The Dao clan is a serious threat, why not the Tang clan?

It's just a difference in order.

"Report to the Khan, the Martial Saint and the Goryeo God of War have negotiated an alliance. They will wait and see, sit and watch the internal fighting of the Central Plains Wumen, and then control Chang'an, get the inner elixir, and then we will attack the border in a big way."

The two great masters didn't intend to take action at all.

They still knew who was a foreigner and who was their own. Although they cultivated Tang Ming, it was mainly to deal with the Dao clan.

The purpose was to let the Central Plains Han people kill each other.

"Hahaha, the righteous way is really stupid, and there is great love in the world, where does great love come from?" The ministers in the tent laughed.

"Khan, you are wrong. There are not many supplies in the desert. Our warriors usually get two horses and go to the Central Plains to get them. What else can this be but great love?"

A warrior nine feet tall laughed cruelly.

"Haha, so that's the case. Let them love more. We'll take them all!"

"Come on, raise your glasses and wish the martial virtues of the desert to flourish."

From the beginning to the end, from top to bottom, they did not want to cooperate with the Han people at all. The reason they cooperated was because the Dao clan was too powerful.

As long as the Dao clan, the biggest worry, was removed, it would be their turn to show their true colors.

This nation is best at showing weakness when at a disadvantage and turning their backs on others when at an advantage. Whether it is a martial saint or a low-level warrior, everyone has this kind of thinking.

If there were not four great masters in the Central Plains, would Murong Xuan still be so polite?

Of course, some people would not understand.

Soon, Wang Dao and Shen Xiu joined forces. Except for Tang Ming and Murong Xuan's faction, all the leaders of the righteous path were present.

"You have seen it all. People's hearts are in turmoil recently. We must fight quickly and make a quick decision." Shenxiu said.

"It's difficult. Xu Xuan is a cautious person. Mount Li is heavily guarded. If we rush straight in, I'm afraid there will be heavy casualties. Only when the treasure comes out can Xu Xuan be lured out. Don't hold back and do your best to kill Xu Xuan."

Jue Xing said.

This time, we originally wanted to unite the Guanlong Buddhist sect. Who would have thought that the Buddhist sect seemed to be crazy. I don't know if they are really afraid or what, so Xu Xuan must die.

"Mr. Wang, thank you for your hard work. You don't have to take action then." Everyone looked at Wang Dao.

They knew what Wang Dao was carrying in his heart. He had been called a traitor for many years. His former fellow disciples turned against him. No one knew that this old man had the world in his heart.

"I want to take action. This is the way to save the Taoist tradition."

There is a religion without a country, leaving a disaster for the ages... This is Wang Dao's evaluation of the Taoist clan in his heart.

This regime doesn't even have a decent king. Once Kou Zhen, Lu Jing and Xu Xuan die, this regime will collapse, and may leave a worse situation in the future.

So he must take action to correct the chaos.

When the righteous path united, the evil path.

"Kill! Change your sect and join Xu Zhenjun!"

The internal division of the Huangtian Sect's evil sect, a large number of lower-level people fought with Zhang Jiao's descendants, and finally joined the Taoist sect.

On the other side, Ge Miao left the inn overnight with his disciples and went to the Taoist headquarters to join.

"I want to inform on you!!"

Unfortunately, his informing was useless, and the high-level people of the righteous path had already moved to a more hidden place.

In an inn somewhere, Xu Xuan and Lu Jing, who used the pseudonyms Li Changsheng and Li Jianxing, learned the news.

"What is this?" Lu Jing was very surprised. Is the power of ideas really that great?

"Haha, these are just minor details and minor characters. The big ones are still to come. The change of ideas will make a devout person turn his original worship into hatred." Xu Xuan laughed.

There are good people in the righteous path. Their high-level people are good at packaging themselves in various ways. Once such lies are exposed, the backlash is extremely shocking.

As time goes by, the legendary full moon night is coming.

The treasure is about to be born.

Xu Xuan also returned to Mount Li.

The storm is coming, the heroes are sharpening their knives, the righteous path is ready, and the so-called decisive battle is about to begin.